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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 61 из 267Cameron had with- held the Jansens' full profiles. The less these people knew, the better. As far as Cameron was concerned, the less everybody knew, the better. This problem needed to be dealt with swiftly. Like the first twenty-four hours following the out- break of a disease, this next day was crucial. Nip it in the ass now, and everything would be fine. Leave any unfinished business on the table, and things could spin out of control.
One of the men got up and came over. He sat down across from Cameron so he could study him. His name was Gus Villaume. To a few people in his line of work, he was known as the Frog. A French Canadian from Montreal, Villaume had worked for the CIA in the seventies and early eighties as an agent inside the Dassault Aviation Company. In 1986, he had decided to break out on his own and work as a freelancer. The money was much better, and his work hours were whatever he chose.
Villaume studied Cameron with his hawklike eyes. The Frog had wondered about this Cameron for some time. He was competent enough but a little too quick to use force. He was a yes man, Villaume guessed. Someone else was giving him orders. The way the former civil servant threw money around, it was obvious that his boss was an individual with substantial financial assets. The unknown identity of Cameron's employer was beginning to bother Villaume. When working among thieves, knowledge of that sort could be used as insurance if things got bad.
Villaume stroked the edges of his black mustache and asked Cameron, «So, who are these two individuals?»
«Nobody. They were asked to do a job, they blew it, and now they have to pay.»
Villaume noticed how Cameron used a casual tone as if these people were being fired for lack of performance. «So now they die?»
«They knew what they were getting into.»
Holding up two black-and-white photographs, Villaume asked, «This is all you can give me? No background on them?»
«You don't need any more information. It's going to be an easy job. In and out.»
Villaume studied Cameron's face. «I'll be the judge of how easy the job will be.»
«If it'll make you feel any better, I'm planning on taking the shots.»
This caused a smile to fall across the other man's face. Leaning back, he said, «Really?»
«Yes, really. Why does that amuse you so much?»
«I've never seen you get your hands dirty before, let alone kill someone.»
Cameron let his displeasure show. «There's a lot you don't know about me, Gus.
One of the men got up and came over. He sat down across from Cameron so he could study him. His name was Gus Villaume. To a few people in his line of work, he was known as the Frog. A French Canadian from Montreal, Villaume had worked for the CIA in the seventies and early eighties as an agent inside the Dassault Aviation Company. In 1986, he had decided to break out on his own and work as a freelancer. The money was much better, and his work hours were whatever he chose.
Villaume studied Cameron with his hawklike eyes. The Frog had wondered about this Cameron for some time. He was competent enough but a little too quick to use force. He was a yes man, Villaume guessed. Someone else was giving him orders. The way the former civil servant threw money around, it was obvious that his boss was an individual with substantial financial assets. The unknown identity of Cameron's employer was beginning to bother Villaume. When working among thieves, knowledge of that sort could be used as insurance if things got bad.
Villaume stroked the edges of his black mustache and asked Cameron, «So, who are these two individuals?»
«Nobody. They were asked to do a job, they blew it, and now they have to pay.»
Villaume noticed how Cameron used a casual tone as if these people were being fired for lack of performance. «So now they die?»
«They knew what they were getting into.»
Holding up two black-and-white photographs, Villaume asked, «This is all you can give me? No background on them?»
«You don't need any more information. It's going to be an easy job. In and out.»
Villaume studied Cameron's face. «I'll be the judge of how easy the job will be.»
«If it'll make you feel any better, I'm planning on taking the shots.»
This caused a smile to fall across the other man's face. Leaning back, he said, «Really?»
«Yes, really. Why does that amuse you so much?»
«I've never seen you get your hands dirty before, let alone kill someone.»
Cameron let his displeasure show. «There's a lot you don't know about me, Gus.